Me: Can you see the helicopter? I thought I heard it just now.
Nell: It’s circling over there. Poppy is probably looking for somewhere safe to land.
Me: Dartmoor is a bit rocky for helicopters. I hope she finds somewhere soon.
Nell: The rocks are called tors. The famous ones include Haytor and Hound Tor.
Me: Yes, I know. I’ve been coming here since I was a child.
Nell: Well, I’m never coming here in a minibus again.
Me: No, it wasn’t the best of journeys.
Nell: Dragging a cart full of excitable llamas behind us like a travelling circus. Whose idea was that?
Me: Gladys didn’t want to go without them.
Nell: And why are they wearing shell suits? This isn’t the 1980’s.
Me: I think they‘re in fashion again. Things do come round.
Nell: As if a cartload of llamas isn’t attention seeking enough.
Me: To be fair, Nell, a minibus full of creatures great and small is fairly unusual. Not to mention a small terrier flying a helicopter.
Nell: The only thing small about Poppy is her size.
Me: I’m not sure Beauregard and Mrs King should have joined us.
Me: Tigers and lions tend to put people on edge.
Nell: That’s as maybe but they are both excellent stalkers which is what we need right now.
Me: I don’t think there’s any point in me wearing my all-encasing hat.
Nell: Why not? It’s windy and you suffer with earache.
Me: True, but there’s no way that whoever has taken Dave, Rupert and Sally won’t know we’re here.
Nell: We want them to know we’re here.
Me: Do we?
Nell: Yes. They need to know we are here to get our family back and we are not leaving without them.
Me: Yes. You’re right. Sorry.